Birthday:May 5th 1997Likes:Sleeping and getting into the garbage and eating Cat foodPet-Peeves:when her Chihuahua friend gets in her bed, thunderstorms, fire works and an empty food bowlFavorite Toy:FoodFavorite Food:TurkeyFavorite Walk:an escape route through the fenceArrival Story:Puppy Dawg was abandoned on a busy highway. We rescued her took her in and posted signs and took out ads. We had no name so we just called her "puppy". Weeks went by with no luck in locating an owner so the time came after 3 months we adopted her. So now we get to name her ...guess what all she answered to was Pup or Puppy Dawg so it stuckForums Motto:Queen of Her DomainI've Been On Dogster Since:

"My life as a Dog"

I always search the web for my Puppy Dawg. Some pictures are so poor and it is hard to tell if it is her but I always hope. After several years go by I will one day give up the hope but for now I still search it has been about 8 months since she ran off while in some one else's care. I always check the SPCA and other shelters follow the sound of baying hounds and have checked out dozens of leads. Tonight I thought I found her on Petfinder but it was a close resemblance but no winner the search continues. Good Night Pup where ever you are.

Do I really believe someone is really going to read this and really care . Like all the many pleas I put out when I lost my best friends. I am devastated still at the loss of my dogs but I keep them on Dogster as a tribute and reminder. I only wish some rich person would find me a new dog or somebody would return my Puppy Dawg back home. Humans that have no animal friends will never understand the grief that I endure upon my loss. I searched for months everyday posted signs and rewards (probably not enough of a reward) but not a single reply.
The person who had her in their care didn't try hard enough to locate her and waited days before I found out she was missing. It has been 5 months and if it were a year I would still feel the same.

My story was one misery rolled into another that became my personal hell for 80 days. One year ago this February I fell extremely ill and lapsed into a coma for 3 weeks. After coming out of the hospital I could not pay the rent or even work. The landlord said that they would work with me but didn't. I found myself ill and evicted with my two dogs. No furniture clothes computer nothing all left behind. I spent the hot summer days in the library I even brought the dogs into the lobby passed the librarians desk. I always kept water for them and kept them fed, I had nothing but my dogs. No one wanted me let alone the Dogs (Brownie and Puppy Dawg). I never realized till that moment that no one wanted me or to help until I fell into that position of a homeless man. So I had to get rid of one of them because I could not care for both, but which one? Sadly Brownie was first who I hope now has a good home. The one dog left I vowed I would not give away no way no how. I figured I'd find a way somehow to hang on to her she was all I had. So Puppy was sneaked into rooms and hotels for the next month. One day I was told she had to go. So I set out to find someone to care for her for a while. A friend offered and I thought everything was find because they assured me they would take good care. Puppy had a habit of roaming if she could and so she ran away...and I don't have her anymore.
I now have a home and furniture. I'm disabled and I miss my dogs and I have no friends.